In the soaring romantic tale that is Song of Songs, a lover wanders daydreaming through an orchard and is surprised by the appearance of her beloved. “I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom. Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.” (6:11-12, NRSV)

Monday morning blessings: red kites soaring effortlessly overhead; the crunch of gravel underfoot; soft morning light through the leaded window; shared words, silence, bread and wine; hands outstretched to receive the gift of this day. For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be – yes!

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(photo taken at Burnham Abbey Nov 2011)

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